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Zaza Hlalethwa

Zaza Hlalethwa

    It was all black, everything
    It was all black, everything
    The 75th Golden Globes is the first major Hollywood award ceremony since the film industry witnessed as many testimonies of sexual harassment.
    Last Call for the Bellas
    Last Call for the Bellas
    Take it from someone who has just come out of the rut: having it all together during your years at university almost always means nothing in the...
    A guide to couch potatoing
    A guide to couch potatoing
    Despite what pop culture makes us believe, the holidays aren’t just about pool parties, family dinners, road trips and other things that involve...
    The gifts of imperfect everydays
    The gifts of imperfect everydays
    On a good day, like this one, the morning stroll from my home to the main road takes 15 minutes. It’s 5:30 so my sunglasses can stay deep in the...
    Shekhinah bears the first fruits
    Shekhinah bears the first fruits
    Shekhinah Donnell and I first met on a Sunday afternoon when we were in high school. I sat cross-legged on the carpet of my home’s living room...
    My mother raised a brick house
    My mother raised a brick house
    When my mother raised me, it was as if she was building a replica of her brick house.
    The delicious sounds of fiction
    The delicious sounds of fiction
    Take one hip-hop head and a jazz-soul songstress, add the feels from Lebo Mathosa’s sultry voice and a flow reminiscent of Stoan from Bongo...
    Heritage and choice collide in Setswana musical
    Heritage and choice collide in Setswana musical
    The word “kgolo” means growth, what my high school biology teacher would call an entity’s irreversible increase. Right now, Kgolo is...
    Xaba packs, and unpacks, help
    Xaba packs, and unpacks, help
    There are terms and conditions, restrictions and tricky power dynamics to the concept of help. Help is not unconditional.
    Slice of Life: Checking in with my ancestors
    Slice of Life: Checking in with my ancestors
    At home you are expected to say where you’re going, when you leave the house. You can’t just up and leave.
    Who no know
    Who no know
    This is what is known. Mame-Diarra Niang is a self-taught artist and photographer raised between Senegal, Côte d’Ivoire and France. Her work...